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Urban Factory
Contributed by
Mars
on
Sunday, 7th February 2010 @ 01:59:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Running along
They trip, fall
Around town and under things.
Stumble all along
As if they had nowhere to go.
Wandering sets
Commonplace,
No longer seeing or knowing
Where they were
As if they were mistaken.
Walking along
They trip, fall
And Rolling behind closed doors
Stop to think.
As if they knew something else.
Hearing nothing,
Uneasily -- patiently
Resume their daily tasks.
They wait.
As if they could be told.
Copyright ©
Mars
... [
2010-02-07 13:59:08] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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